Faction Among The Wreckage | CIS

[Clone Captain Dice]

In the darkness of space, a large, ancient warship dropped out of hyperspace, along with plenty scrap and wreckage, including a few busted B1s. The Star Destroyer had a bright red stripe down the center, and flickering lights across its hulk. Then, the red stripe begin to open, albeit slow and stuttering. Finally, four ARC-170s came out of the internal hangar, using their reconnaissance equipment to try and act as sensors for the incredibly damaged Venator Star Detroyer.
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"Well, sir...ARC-170s are detecting planets nearby, but that's relative in galactic terms and if we had functioning hyperdrives, we'd use them to get there," a Clone Officer told Captain Dice as they stared at the flickering imperfect holomap of the Venator and its surroundings. "Well," Dice started. "I don't think we have reliable enough engines to get there via sublight speeds, and we need the power for life support and fightercraft launch capability, just in case someone tries to take a swing at us. Any luck in getting comms back up with the Republic?"

"No, sir. It's looking like communications and shipside sensors aren't going to come back online. We're stuck here, sir."

Dice leaned on the holomap and pinched his eyes. "Make sure we keep rationing food and water, and keep a consistent rotating schedule for pilots. We don't need them all awake and ready for now, and even half our compliment should be enough to down a droid-piloted Star Frigate or a few Hardcells." The Clone Officer nodded. "I'll have a schedule structured and issued, sir."

As the Clone Officer left, Dice placed his other hand on his belt, where the slightly burnt Lightsaber of his dead General sat. He grimaced just remembering the man. If he was here...He sighed. No time to mourn, not yet. He has to get in touch with the Galactic Republic, get a few Acclimators down here to unload his men onto, and get everyone to safety so they can get back to fighting the Separatists.

Unbeknownst to the Clone Captain, his ship and his men had dropped out into the Confederacy's territory, and not just that, but over eight hundred years into the future too. It was going to be quite the shock...

 

[Vemric Keldra]

TAG: Clone Captain Dice

He had missed this.

Being Grand Marshal of the Confederate Navy had its moments of glory here and there, but mostly it was a lot of desk work and shuffling fleets around in the Sectors. It was good to be back on Naboo, but he did long for traveling through the vast obsidian of space on patrol from time to time.

No one ever said the Grand Marshal had to be glued to his desk permanently.

He had the pick of the Confederacy's elite Super Star Destroyers, but yet he preferred his ever trustworthy Victator known as the Requiem. She had not failed him yet.

Vemric stood in front of the Plexalloy viewport on the bridge as the battlecruiser soared through the void, his tall frame still and straight while biologicals and droids alike bustled around. The shrill beep of an alarm, however, made the Sephi turn his head slightly to glance back over his shoulder.
"Myles! Report!" came his almost bored order.
"Unidentified craft just appeared out of hyperspace a league to our port, Sir." Lieutenant Myles answered while hanging over the droid that manned the navigation panel.

An ever mobile brow lofted.

One would think that the Galaxy would learn not to just drop into Confederate space without declaration.
"Run scans. And I want contact on their comms." Vemric ordered, the bored tone replaced by a sharper one.
The silence that followed dragged out a bit longer than the scans.
"I need feedback." the Sephi snapped as fully turned around to face the bridge in his tall and lithe glory.
"Sir, it's strange. The scans show an ancient Venator, at least 860 years old." came Myles hesitant reply.
"Not again. Get us in close and ready my shuttle with an escort. If we can't make contact, I wish to board." Vemric sighed the order.

The Requiem moved in on the Venator as it's personnel still attempted to make contact.

 

[Visanj T'shkali]

FIRST CONTACT​

“Venator starship, this is Minister T’shkali, of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. I am ordering you to cut your engines and bring your vessel to a halt. You have entered Confederate space without proper codes and appear to be in distress. Do you require assistance? We have personnel standing by to assist you. I say again, cut your engines and bring your vessel to a halt. Do you require aid? How copy, over?”

Visanj continued the hail, marveling at the damaged Venator warship she was seeing on the viewscreen of the Tiburon-class ship she commanded. “Keep your distance, Commander. Continue to hail them and prepare teams to render aid should it be requested. But also keep the shields up, just in case. Never a dull day is it?"

Tag: Clone Captain Dice

 

[Clone Captain Dice]

The ARC-170s immediately turned around when the warships arrived, and the Command Bridge blew up in shouting and asking for orders. "Unidentified warships, three in front!" "Look at the size of those things!" "Man, the Rear Admiral wants us dead..." "Requesting orders to launch a Y-Wing squadron assault!" "We're gonna need to be smart about this..." "Pull back, pull back! Stay out of engagement range!" "Alright men, if the Seppies want a fight, we can give it to 'em. Say the word, Captain!"

Dice shook his head. "I don't want combat, we need to try diplomacy first. Even in top shape, that's two ships outmassing us by a factor of five. We can't hyperspace jump, shields are stuck at fifty percent and only half the ships' guns are working. ARC-170s, scan the area for transmissions, and patch me through."

As he gave the order, he heard T’shkali's message. "Confederate space, eh..." the Clone began. "You're acting real friendly for a Separatist talking to a Clone Captain." Just then, another Clone Officer shouted, "we've got a shuttle inbound, possible boarding party! Sensors are too damaged to detect any life signs!"

Dice sighed, and nodded. "Prep a counter-boarding party of twenty Troopers down in the hangar, but don't have them engage whoever gets off that boat until you're fired upon or I say so. These Separatists are acting strange." The Officer nodded and went back to his console to relay orders. Dice looked out the viewport at the massive battleships ahead of him. This day kept on getting better and better...

Visanj T'shkali​

Vemric Keldra​

ARS VAMI